Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 202638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1013(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 675(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 202638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1013(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 675(@300wpm)
His breathing quickens with each lazy stroke I draw, his lower abdomen rising and falling before my eyes. When I hear him curse, I wickedly lap at his balls before gliding my tongue slowly but firmly up the underside, rising on my legs slightly to ensure I reach the very tip.
‘All the way, Ava.’ he pants.
I’m aware of the door on the elevator closing again and then Jesse reaching over, slamming his fist against the button before returning his hand to the wall behind me.
Wrapping my lips around his head, I circle my tongue slowly, delicately. He shudders. I love doing this to him. I love instigating these sounds from his mouth, the reactions from his body.
I wait for his surge forward, but it doesn’t come. He’s struggling. I can feel his tenseness seeping into my body from our contact; I can see his hips shaking slightly in front of me. I put him out of his misery and take him deep into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. He feels like velvet on my tongue. He lets out a suppressed bark as I pull back, lap slowly and take him again. This time, his hips surge forward and with my head against the wall, there is no retreating space. He moves his hands to cup the back of my head, padding me as he powers forward on a shout, throwing his head back and driving in and out of my mouth purposefully.
I remember to relax, my gag reflex working hard not to wretch. I let my hands drift around his hips to find his tight arse, and then bury my fingernails into his toned flesh.
‘Harder!’ His voice is severe and animalistic. I dig in harder. ‘Oh, fuck.’ He continues with his drives, and I know he’s close. I prize one hand off a cheek and reach between his thighs to wrap my fist around his balls. It’s his undoing.
‘Holy shit!’ he yelps, pulling out to wrap his own fist around the base. ‘Keep hold and open your mouth.’ His eyes drill into me.
I do what I’m told, keeping my tight grip of his heavy sack and opening my mouth, maintaining our eye contact. He pistons his fist back and forth, the muscles in his neck bulging, and on a stifled cry, he rests the broad head of his cock on my lower lip and releases into me, hot, creamy liquid hitting the back of my throat and coating the inside of my mouth. I swallow impulsively.
His strokes slow and I loosen my vice lock around his sack, dragging my hand, palm up, between his thighs until I meet his slow caresses. I curl my hand around his fist and we work him down together as I lap up the salty essence of him pouring into my mouth.
‘I want one of those every day for the rest of my life.’ His face is poker straight, his voice deadly serious, and I hope he means from me. ‘From you.’ he adds, as if reading my mind.
I smile and return my attention to his steel length that is still contracting through both of our hands. I circle and lick, ensuring I’ve got every last bit of him, and then drop a tender kiss on the very tip.
His fingers flex and I release him. ‘Come here.’ He reaches down and pulls me up against his chest. ‘I love you and your filthy mouth.’ he says quietly as he nuzzles my nose with his.
‘I know you do.’ I reach down to start tucking him back in and refastening his trousers.
He lets me finish securing him, and then grabs my hand, pulling me out of the elevator towards the penthouse door. ‘That was a complete waste of time. They’ll be off as soon as I get you inside.’
He lets us in and the smell of something lovely invades my nostrils. ‘Oh, dinner!’ I completely forgot about that. Thank God I turned the oven off, or we might have returned to fire engines and yet more damage bills.
He leads me into the kitchen and releases my hand to grab an oven glove. He pulls out an over cooked lasagna and dumps it on the side, shaking his head. ‘I employ a housekeeper and a cook and you still manage to burn dinner.’ He looks at me with an arched brow.
What with our screaming match and subsequent make up, I had forgotten about the poor woman who I was so inexcusably rude to. I will have to make amends with her. She probably thinks I’m a total bitch. ‘Will she come back?’ I ask guiltily.
He laughs. ‘I hope so,’ He pokes the crusty top layer of the lasagna. ‘Cathy’s lasagna is delicious.’ He focuses his eyes back on me. ‘It looks like I’ll have to find something else to eat.’